Walk on into futurity
3 May 2007
Pierre Huyghebaert
ABSTRACT
Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer?

Nous sommes tous des Caraïbes
« Nous sommes tous des Caraïbes aujourd’hui dans nos archipels urbains. Peut-être n’y a-t-il pour personne aucun retour possible dans un pays natal, seulement des notes de terrain pour le réinventer. » James Clifford
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Reversed Directions

Everything important that has happened or is happening takes the route of the American rhizome : the beatniks, the underground, bands and gangs, successive lateral offshots in immediate connection with an outside. [. . .] And directions in America are different : the search for arborescence and the return to the Old World occur in the East. But there is the rhizomatic West, with its Indians without ancestry, its ever-receding limit, its shifting and displaced frontiers. There is a whole American "map" in the West where even the trees form rhizomes. America reversed the directions : it put its Orient in the West, as if it were precisely in America that the earth came full circle ; its West is the edge of the East.

Deleuze and Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

But while we are confined to books, though the most select and classic, and read only particular written languages, which are themselves but dialects and provincial, we are in danger of forgetting the language which all things and events speak without metaphor, which alone is copious and standard. Much is published, but little printed. The rays which stream through the shutter will be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed. No method nor discipline can supersede the necessity of being forever on the alert. What is a course of history or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen? Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer? Read your fate, see what is before you , and walk on into futurity.
Henri David Thoreau Walden (1854)

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